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Mr. T worked in the real estate business. I still vividly remember the very first time he came to my Meguro salon. He had been referred by one of my clients. He arrived on crutches with a fractured left foot. It was painful just to look at him. These days, however, fractures are not always treated with a full cast like they were in the past. In many cases, the injured area is only lightly stabilized while the body heals naturally. That was also the case for Mr. T. So first, I

So… What Exactly Is KaradaNaoru? I have known Mr. T for a long time now.I think he first came to my Meguro salon around four or five years ago. Since then, he has attended many of the ongoing monthly training workshops I host. In fact, I had just done a Zoom session with him last week. Back then, he lived in Tochigi. Now he has moved to Tokyo. About two or three years ago, Mr. T came to the salon with a rather serious concern. His main complaint was: “Bleeding from the rectum

It has been many years since Mr. A first came to my salon. Back then, I was still using a device called CS60 and was often referred to as “the most painful practitioner in Japan.” Since then, my work has evolved significantly into what is now known as KaradaNaoru. But Mr. A has continued coming ever since those early days. At first, he came because of asthma. After the sessions, his symptoms improved considerably, and he continued visiting the salon from time to time afterwar

I think it was around the spring of 2022. That was when I held my first workshop in Hokkaido. At the time, there were still very few participants from Hokkaido itself. So I used the large amount of ANA mileage I had accumulated and gifted flights to three men who had become regular participants at my Tokyo workshops, and together we traveled to Hokkaido. Looking back now, it was probably quite an extravagant use of miles. The venue and accommodation we used was a place called

Recently, perhaps because I have been writing more about remote support and the atmosphere of spaces, people often ask me: “Have you always been interested in these kinds of invisible worlds?” To be honest, it was less about “interest.” If anything, I feel as though I had already been inside that world before I was even born. That feeling is probably closer to the truth. My maternal grandmother was deeply devoted to a certain spiritual teacher. People referred to him simply a

This is a story I often share during workshops. It involves a woman in her thirties. She was still quite young. Her main issue was a gynecological condition, especially severe menstrual pain. It had become serious enough to interfere with her daily life. So when she first came to the salon, the priority was simple: how to relieve that pain. As usual, I placed my hands lightly near her head and began quietly observing her body as a whole. After a few moments, I felt something

I believe it was about a year and a half ago, during one of our training workshops. A physical therapist had joined that day, and for the purpose of practicing remote support and reading through photographs, he brought many photos of his clients. As I looked at each one, I simply spoke out whatever first came to mind. And strangely enough, it was often accurate. For one woman, I suddenly said: “This person seems to have financial problems.” And apparently, she was in the midd

Several years ago, I heard an unusual story from one of my clients. He used to travel to Tokyo from Hokkaido almost every month. And apparently, he regularly stayed at the same hotel in Kamata, almost like it was his regular base in Tokyo. I do not remember every detail clearly now, but apparently, the moment he opened the door to my Meguro salon that day, I suddenly said to him: “…You’re a hostess, aren’t you?” Naturally, he was shocked. Of course, he did not work at a hoste

M was someone who had attended one of my workshops in Los Angeles. She had also brought her son, who struggled with a chronic health condition, to see me a couple of times. I believe it all started at one of the free workshops. At the time, she had apparently been suffering from neck pain, but after a short session, the discomfort improved significantly. Since then, she began to trust my work. Some time later, after I had returned to Japan, I received a request from her for a

Several years ago, a man in his fifties came to my salon from Nagoya. To be honest, I barely remember what symptoms he had or what led him to book the session in the first place. But the moment I placed my hand lightly on his head, I naturally found myself saying: “…You must live in a wonderful home.” I did not say it with any particular intention. It was not some dramatic “vision” or mystical experience. The words simply came out naturally. At that moment, tears quietly well

It must have been four or five years by then. The mother had been attending my workshops, and over the years she had visited the salon many times — for her own health concerns, as well as for her parents and parents-in-law. Little by little, over a long period of time, a relationship of trust had formed with the family. One day, she contacted me about her son. He had just entered junior high school and had begun complaining of ankle pain. The pain had become so severe that he